Sunday 6.29.14 BGoal: Distract myself. From memories. Wishes. Hopes. Feelings. The inevitability of tomorrow, or the rest of today.Project: Cook. First up: potatoes. Baked, roasted, mashed. First a good scrubbing. Dump the potatoes into the sink. Wash and scrub. Shit. Where did the cockroaches come from? The brush, the sink, the potatoes? Result: Carry on. Squash said cockroaches with the scrub brush and keep on keepin’ on. The high cooking temperatures will no doubt kill any lingering icky-stuff, and as I always say, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” Like I said: TMI, but there you have it.